//PRF
Deep in the Desert, the stars send forth their ancient song overhead. Hidden, well away from any roads, there is a large metal building surrounded by humming fences and razor wire.
With well pressed uniforms, long before the sun has risen, the worker ants march off in the early morning to perform their daily rituals.
Some men stay behind and continue to connect many complex machines; diseased with monitors, dials, and buttons.
In the bowels of the metal monstrosity, other workers take readings, recording information about various exotic, and aquatic animals; that thrash about in deep pools within.
Others still, with weapons in hand, load themselves onto rugged trucks. Belching forth gasoline, they aim to travel to station 3, to the large Metal Dishes hidden by the natural rock formations in the desert.
They are a hive, a family, they care greatly for one another and their well being. But more than anything is the mission. The will sacrifice everything, including their lives, for its success.
Recently there was something, sleeping, hidden, in the rocks; buried in the earth. As they dug their foundation they disturbed it. The only reason it has not yet killed them is that they all have similar goals.
So it waits, and listens. It watches from above as the tiny ants send a message to the starts; convinced they now know great and arcane secrets. While they play god in their metal hive, it waits. And they wait patiently for the stars to answer back.
With well pressed uniforms, long before the sun has risen, the worker ants march off in the early morning to perform their daily rituals.
Some men stay behind and continue to connect many complex machines; diseased with monitors, dials, and buttons.
In the bowels of the metal monstrosity, other workers take readings, recording information about various exotic, and aquatic animals; that thrash about in deep pools within.
Others still, with weapons in hand, load themselves onto rugged trucks. Belching forth gasoline, they aim to travel to station 3, to the large Metal Dishes hidden by the natural rock formations in the desert.
They are a hive, a family, they care greatly for one another and their well being. But more than anything is the mission. The will sacrifice everything, including their lives, for its success.
Recently there was something, sleeping, hidden, in the rocks; buried in the earth. As they dug their foundation they disturbed it. The only reason it has not yet killed them is that they all have similar goals.
So it waits, and listens. It watches from above as the tiny ants send a message to the starts; convinced they now know great and arcane secrets. While they play god in their metal hive, it waits. And they wait patiently for the stars to answer back.